Seven Evil Slips

Chongqing has two nicknames, Foggy City and Mountain City, both of which are sincere and sincere, without any water.

Kiyo seldom sees fog, but when he saw it suddenly, he thought he was nearsighted from flying.

After getting off the plane, Huo Zihong called Muyo, which was a tactful reconciliation, and Kiyo asked her: "Why is this address Laojiu Hot Pot Restaurant? Do you want me to eat hot pot?"

Huo Zihong was gentle and gentle: "Go on time, and someone will greet you after handing in the ticket at the door. Chongqing has a lot of snacks, so you can come back when you get tired of eating."

Hearing this meaning, it seems that he specially sent her to play, and the matter of the Laojiu hotpot restaurant was just incidental.

Kiyo was relieved, so he found an express hotel near Jiefangbei. When he woke up the next day, seeing that it was still early, he went out and took the Yangtze River Cableway.

This cableway is old, it was built in the 1980s, and it hasn’t been refurbished yet. The creaking of the cables makes people feel very anxious. After the cable car arrived, Kiyo wanted to retreat, but she was standing too far in front. He was pushed in directly by the person behind.

Since it has come, let it be safe.

The cable car wobbled down, and soon reached the center of the river. In fact, there are no scenic spots on the Yangtze River waterway. There is a bridge across, a few boats, and the river is full of mist.

There are mostly tourists on the cable car, and at this time they also muttered: "The locals definitely don't come to ride, it's nothing to see."

While talking, the cable car on the opposite side also came over. Recently, you can see the clothes and looks of the people inside. Tourists are the easiest to cheer up. They immediately waved their hands and said "Hi" and "Hello" to the opposite side.

There was an uproar on the opposite side almost at the same time, but a man in a black jacket by the window didn't move, and Kiyo on the other end didn't move either. Naturally, the two looked at each other.

Then, the man stretched out his hand and pointed in this direction.

The cable car intersected and passed by in a blink of an eye. It was hard to say who the reaching hand was referring to, but strangely, Kiyo subconsciously felt that it was reminding himself that he reached out and grabbed diagonally behind without even thinking about it.

With an ouch, the tentacle was a fat arm.

When he turned around, he was a man in his thirties, with a fat head and big ears, his face was full of flesh and his eyes were pressed into two lines. He was not tall, even shorter than Kiyo.

Kiyo smiled, grabbed his arm and moved forward: "Brother, move forward."

The people on the side were pushed and shoved, a little unhappy, but seeing that the two were together, they still made room for them.

The man's small eyes turned cunningly, his face was cloudy and uncertain. Kiyo stretched out his other hand, palm up, and brought it in front of him. The man hesitated for a moment, and took out Kiyo's cell phone from his trouser pocket.

Kiyo didn't speak, took the phone and lowered his head to pretend to be browsing the webpage. The man pushed outward calmly, and just turned over this page without knowing it.

After arriving at the station, Kiyohara returned to the station, thinking that he might see the man in the black jacket, and thanked him in person, but when he came out, looking at the crowds on the street, he suddenly felt that everything was blurred at that time, and it might not be possible. can recognize him.

On the way to Laojiu Hot Pot Restaurant, Mudai called Huo Zihong and told her about the thief. Huo Zihong asked her: "Did you yell? You have to ask everyone to help catch him, so that he will You can’t cheat others anymore.”

Kidai patiently explained to her: "Aunt Hong, a strong dragon does not overwhelm local snakes, and even if he shouts, no one may help me. In case he becomes angry and fights with me on the cable car, the river is so dangerous. Anyway, I gave him enough face, I didn't make any noise, and he was sensible, so after thinking about it, he returned the phone to me."

Huo Zihong sighed: "I still think that you should not be afraid when encountering such a thing, you have to stand up and do what is right."

Of course it is right to act bravely, but...

Kiyo felt that he couldn't explain it to Aunt Hong, so he didn't bother to say it. Isn't the case of 13,000 the best example.

There was a waiter sitting at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, and Kiyo remembered Huo Zihong's request to "pay the note", so he gave the note to the waiter first, and sure enough, the waiter pointed: "Finally, turn right, private room."

Mudai looked for it as he said, and hesitated for a moment when he reached the door, but he should be right, the uncle who was dressed as if he was acting in a palace drama stood up enthusiastically: "Miss Huo Zihong?"

The others hadn't arrived yet, and Wan Fenghuo was also idle, telling Mudai about the Luomahu case, and also introduced his business by the way.

He took out a hairpin for comparison, the hairpin was old silver, the hairpin head was a phoenix burnt in cloisonne, the phoenix's eyeballs were inlaid with rubies, and a string of white jade pendant beads was held in its mouth.

"For example," Wan Fenghuo first covered the hairpin with his hand, "three people were looking for me, one was looking for an old silver hairpin with a phoenix on it, one was looking for a phoenix with ruby ​​eyes, and the other was looking for a mouthpiece. The phoenix with white jade in it, these are the three demands, but I didn’t have anything in my hand at the time, so I will file these three first and pay attention to it.”

"Then one day," he withdrew his hand and revealed the hairpin, "someone brought a hairpin to sell, the buyer and the seller, and that's a match."

Kiyo's brain is clever, and he can see through it: "So this hairpin is like the news you poured out. The people who will come later, including me, are all people who have inquired about the Luoma Lake case before?"

She felt that she was making a big fuss: "How much money can this make? Besides, it's enough to make a phone call and let me know. Is it worth sending someone over here?"

Wan Fenghuo glanced at her: "People who feel important will come."

A simple sentence, but when you think about it, it has a lot of meaning, Kiyo's heart skipped a beat: Aunt Hong thinks this is important? Did she know someone in the case?

However, Kiyo's curiosity is not that strong, anyway, he is just a mouthpiece to receive news.

Three other people also arrived, one was a thin woman who was nearly forty years old, her eyebrows seemed to have forgotten to grow out, her name was Cen Chunjiao, and she sat next to Wan Fenghuo.

The other two are men, one is Ma Tuwen, twenty-seven or eight years old, reeking of alcohol, sleepy, bare-chested and wearing a vest, with big tattoos on his arms; the other is Li Tan, in his fifties, tall and thin One, with a stooped back, deep wrinkles, and a down-and-out face.

Wan Fenghuo closed the door of the box, and turned the ignition switch under the hot pot: "Let's eat and chat. You have paid the money, and it has been kept on our side. After listening to what Cen Chunjiao said, decide whether to pay the bill or not—but Having said that, the bill must be paid, unless... it is false news."

Muyo was a little surprised. It turned out that Aunt Hong and the others had already put the money in Wan Fenghuo. This hot pot feast was paid for after hearing the news. She thought it was quite novel.

It would be even more interesting if it was made like a casino, where everyone has chips representing the amount in front of them, and it would be more interesting to push two chips out after a while.

The noodle soup in the hot pot was slightly panned, and the aroma was mixed with the bubbles. Kiyo was so greedy, he adjusted the sauce dish by himself, and then stretched out his chopsticks to serve the dishes. Moved, hesitated for a moment, and continued.

Ma Tuwen next to her gave her a strange look, but she didn't think her behavior was abrupt: this girl is young, dressed carefree and lively, no matter how you look at it, she feels that she doesn't fit in with the people in the room.

Cen Chunjiao glanced over everyone one by one, and said the first sentence.

"The murderer is actually dead. He died five years ago."

Muyo thought it was normal. It had been more than twenty years. The murderer may have died normally or accidentally. She paid attention to the expressions of the other two people: Ma Tuwen was fine except for being sleepy, but Li Tan suddenly raised his head, and there was an imperceptible trace of it across his face. anger.

Five years ago, I worked as a waiter in a small hotel near the passenger station in the western suburbs of Jinan. It was a low-end small hotel with bedding that was not washed all the year round.

I was on the night shift that day, and in the middle of the night I lay down at the front desk to take a nap. Suddenly the phone rang, and the resident in room 103 asked me to bring a pot of hot water.

I have met that guest, and he has lived in the hotel for more than ten days. Except for the face-to-face meeting on the first day of check-in, he has basically never come out afterwards, and he was already very sick when he checked in. At that time, our waiter He even joked in private, saying that he couldn't be allowed to live for a long time, and it would be unlucky to die here.

When I received the call, I felt a little nervous. The person's voice was intermittent and weak, which made people feel that he was about to die.

I went there with the kettle, and took the key, but no one answered when I knocked on the door. I opened the door with the key, and I knew it was wrong when I entered. He closed his eyes and sucked in air, feeling as if he would die every minute.

I was very scared, so I called the boss right away. The boss didn’t live in the hotel. It was probably because it was too late. He was very angry when I woke up. He yelled at me as soon as he got connected, then hung up, and dialed again, but the phone was turned off. up.

I was so anxious that I decided to go downstairs to find the old man who was watching the door. When I got to the door, the man lying on the bed suddenly spoke.

Kiyo was picking up the vegetables with his chopsticks, when he heard this, he felt the fine hairs on his arms stand on end.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I feel panicked.

Li Tan's voice was rustling, and the voice made people feel uncomfortable: "What did he say?"

A dazed palpitation flashed across Cen Chunjiao's face, as if she still had some fear: "Specifically speaking, he wasn't talking either."

"His eyes are wide open, staring at the ceiling, and he speaks very fast, like typing on a typewriter. His voice does not fluctuate, and he doesn't stumble. It's like memorizing a book."

Wan Fenghuo asked: "Then... what is the content?"

"First, the date, month, and day of a certain year, and then the address, XX Street, XX Street, XX County, how many people were killed, then the gender, name, what tool was used to kill, how to kill, and how to escape after killing , that kind of report-like tone, eyes staring at the ceiling."

Kiyo's scalp was a little numb, and he looked up at the ceiling subconsciously. Cen Chunjiao emphasized twice "keep staring at the ceiling", which made her inexplicably feel that there was something on the ceiling.

The room was very quiet, and even the canary, which jumped up and down from time to time, stood still with its wings hanging down. If you looked closely, one or two feathers seemed to be erected.